[Through deep study of the ancient martial arts of Kamar-Taj, you analyzed the essence of the movements and merged them with the infinite magical energy flowing through your body. From this, you created your own technique – Magical Purification of the Body's Flow – ancient martial arts]
[Magical Purification of the Body's Flow – ancient martial arts: By using the magical energy that constantly flows through the body, the practitioner gains enhanced defense, superhuman strength, speed, and sharpened senses (the stronger the magical energy, the greater the bonuses).]
Alaric opened his eyes when he experienced this revelation, but in the next moment, a huge face appeared before his eyes, so suddenly that he recoiled backward, startled.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm not that… easygoing of a guy!!"
Crossing his arms over his chest, Alaric took a few quick steps back, with an expression full of fake horror.
"…"
Mordo watched the scene, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Why are you making such a scene?!
I'm not that easygoing either, you know! I just want to know what you just comprehended, nothing more! I have no hidden intentions!!
"You've realized something again, haven't you?!"
Mordo clenched his teeth and asked, struggling to accept the possibility.
His heart rebelled against the very thought.
If Alaric had truly managed to learn the entire set of ancient martial arts of Kamar-Taj just by observing and imitating them, then it would mean that in the future,
whenever he saw him, he would have to call him elder brother.
For Mordo, that was almost unacceptable.
"So… did you say I will… or I won't?"
Alaric raised an eyebrow, touched his chin, and groaned.
Honestly, he was afraid Mordo might hit him. If he lied, the fear was that he wouldn't believe him.
It seemed things were becoming a bit problematic…
"???"
Question marks seemed to pop up above Mordo's head.
What does that mean? If I say you will, you will. If I say you won't, you won't? Are you looking down on me?!
"Tell the truth!" Mordo said through clenched teeth.
Whatever will be, will be. He, Mordo, could endure the answer.
"Did you learn it?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes."
Alaric replied calmly and surely.
"Good. Then let's try it!" Mordo took a few steps back, assuming a fighting stance.
"This… might not be such a good idea."
Alaric felt uneasy. Within him arose the concern that he might seriously injure Mordo.
Strengthening the body with magical purification was no joke.
The defense alone was so powerful that there was a possibility that, even if he stood motionless while Mordo struck, his protection would not be broken.
And as for strength, one single blow could be lethal. Even the Ancient One, who had mastered magical shields, would have trouble enduring it.
In other words, as long as he used this technique, relying on the nearly endless magical energy at his disposal, Alaric in this world was like the personification of pure force.
Like a little Superman, but with magic.
"Come on!!"
Mordo shouted, calling for battle.
"Alright."
Alaric shrugged, nodded, and assumed the same stance.
I'll spend a little energy, I won't go all out. I'll just clash with him superficially.
He made the decision within himself.
Around them, some of the mages who remained in the square practicing their spells immediately stepped back, making room for the two of them and watching what would happen.
Smack!
Their fists collided, and in the air, not even a trace of energy remained.
Mordo, no matter how skilled, was still a mortal. His martial arts and Kamar-Taj techniques had reached a high level, but essentially, that put him somewhere near the level of Black Widow or Hawkeye, certainly not in the rank of Captain America who had received the serum.
But Alaric was a completely different story. Now that his body had been purified by magical energy, the raw strength he possessed was terrifying.
With just his sheer strength, Alaric felt he could even break Hulk's wrist.
In the square, the two of them alternated attacks and defenses, moving quickly and precisely, every strike and every counter looking both deadly and elegant at the same time.
The sorcerers watching from afar cheered loudly, all supporting Mordo.
Several elder masters, sitting on the side, observed their movements.
They nodded, visibly pleased with what they saw.
"Indeed, young people are full of energy."
"That's right, Kamar-Taj has a future."
"Both are trying hard. If they continue at this pace, after a few years of training and refinement, they would achieve incredible results."
…
One younger apprentice, standing nearby, couldn't keep silent and added:
"But… it seems that Master Alaric only learned this today."
The elders fell silent.
Of course, pretending no longer made sense.
This was Alaric. With him, nothing was strange.
In Kamar-Taj, his abilities no longer surprised anyone.
Recognized as the most talented apprentice.
The most likely candidate for the future Sorcerer Supreme.
All the things that would be impossible or completely contrary to reason for others, with Alaric looked natural, as if it were to be expected.
That was his peculiarity.
"What is happening here?"
Suddenly, drawn by the commotion, the Ancient One came out of the library and stopped, watching the scene in the square.
"Sorcerer Supreme, it's Master Alaric and Master Mordo, they're fighting!"
"Fighting?"
The Ancient One lowered her gaze upon the two of them, then simply closed her eyes and struck her forehead with her palm.
Mordo, Mordo… Haven't I already told you once to stay away from Alaric?
Why do you never listen to me?
When you later show up with wounds and tears, don't come to me to complain!
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